"Deadlocked"A Poem by what-the-frickIt was a frozen February morning, All of future's promises aspirated, On the coherence of hope, Rationale ran away, Replaced, By your Smug, hateful grin.
You committed abduction, Your scheming enviable of daytime melodrama. And then your truth, Stained my skin, While your lips, Gushed poison.
Condenscending sorry, Mocking and whispers, I won't blink. I'll stare you down. Until my emotions, And your hatred, are Deadlocked.
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Added on February 12, 2011 Last Updated on October 2, 2012 Authorwhat-the-frickAstoria & Ever After, OHAboutI'm hypersensitive. I feel emotional over things that don't hold substance. You can break my heart with just a look. I don't give up without a fight. My life is a soundtrack. But pay attention, the mu.. more..Writing
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